My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 118

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Chapter 118
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“You’ve arrived?”
I stepped into Silvien’s study.
“You’re a bit early. That’s fine, isn’t it?”
Divorce agreement preparation.
Perhaps it was the thrill those words gave me, but I’d arrived roughly twenty minutes ahead of our scheduled time.
“Of course. Please, have a seat and wait.”
As I settled onto the sofa, a maid approached. I couldn’t recall her name, but her face was familiar.
“Duchess, would you care for some tea?”
Her demeanor was impeccably courteous. I couldn’t suppress a smile at the sight.
“Yes.”
Moments later, the maid returned with steaming tea. The instant I took a sip—
‘…!’
Unbearably salty. My tongue tingled as though I’d swallowed seawater.
‘They still haven’t learned their lesson.’
This maid was someone I knew all too well. She’d served Ju-hwa tea like this dozens of times before.
Yet somehow, I hadn’t expected this to continue.
‘Josephine must have tightened discipline again under her mother’s watch.’
Servants, after all, reflect their master’s standards.
I set down the cup and fixed the maid with a sharp glare. Should I reprimand her soundly? She’d likely acted with some awareness of the consequences, but…
Yet suddenly, I felt hollow.
‘This is a battle that never ends.’
Unless Josephine’s attitude changed, the servants would continue tormenting me endlessly.
Which is precisely why I was so grateful. I was finally divorcing Silvien.
At that moment, Silvien settled onto the sofa across from me.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting.”
“Not at all. I arrived early.”
“It seems you were quite eager.”
“Naturally.”
“I’m glad I could meet your expectations.”
With those words, Silvien handed me a stack of documents.
“What is this…?”
“Documents that must be submitted to the Imperial Family, the Grand Temple, and the Supreme Court.”
“….”
He’d only returned from Paeylon Island yesterday, yet he’d already prepared all of this?
‘Truly, a mechanical man.’
It was a familiar sight. Silvien handling his duties with machine-like precision—swift, efficient, and flawless. I’d witnessed it countless times throughout our marriage.
‘You should marry your work instead, you heartless man.’
My expression darkened as I reviewed the numerous pages.
“What is this?”
“As you can see. You must write down the grounds for divorce.”
“But… it says here I need to fill an entire page with reasons.”
It wasn’t a reflection essay, much less homework, yet someone had the audacity to set a word count. Still, Silvien handed over the document without expression.
“I have already completed mine.”
“….”
“Miss Kanna Adis, what will you do? Will you write it here now, or….”
“Right now, here. I’ll write it.”
“Very well.”
Silvien extended a fountain pen and ink. In the moment I accepted them, our fingertips brushed—a cool touch bearing the calluses of someone accustomed to hard work.
‘I certainly have no shortage of things to write about.’
I concentrated and began writing on the paper.
Conflicts with my mother-in-law, insubordination from the servants, my husband’s indifference—I had more than enough material to fill the page.
Silvien sat across from me, quietly observing as I wrote.
Noon light poured abundantly through the room, casting a lustrous sheen across my dark hair. As strands fell across my cheek, pale fingers tucked them behind my ear.
A pure white pearl earring dangled from the exposed ear—something I hadn’t worn before.
Yet Silvien, who possessed considerable expertise in jewels, could discern that it was a treasure of considerable value.
His gaze slowly descended. It passed over my gracefully extended neck and settled on a necklace gleaming with a blue radiance.
He recognized that necklace. It had been exhibited at an auction for nobles not long ago and had sold for the highest price.
The necklace that had fallen into the hands of Kalen Adis now hung around my neck.
Silvien’s brow furrowed.
That was not all.
A violet silk dress in a shade that only the wealthy could easily obtain thanks to expensive dyes, a platinum bracelet encircling my slender wrist.
Everything was of the highest quality.
Worn carelessly, one would be overshadowed, with only the jewels visible.
Yet for me, they were merely ornaments that added to my radiance. I was a woman who transcended the brilliance of such splendor.
He knew it was not merely because of my beautiful appearance.
Silvien exhaled softly and raised his gaze once more. When his eyes fell upon my small ear and the strands of hair hanging behind it.
Ah, there they went again, those strands slipping loose.
“…?”
Silvien lowered his head. His fingers had begun to rise slightly.
He was appalled at himself for where that hand had been about to go. He deliberately placed it back on his lap, composed.
“Tea.”
For some reason, he felt parched, so he commanded the Maid standing nearby. After she left, he spoke to me.
“You seemed uncertain earlier, yet you’re finishing rather quickly.”
“Ah, well. I have so many grievances pent up, you see.”
“Is that so?”
“Honestly, if I really applied myself, I could write ten more pages.”
“….”
“No, wait. Ten pages? I could write a hundred more. The reasons I want to separate from you are countless.”
Kanna Adis spoke curtly, her fountain pen scratching across the paper with rough, aggressive strokes.
“….”
Then, suddenly, she became aware of how drastically the temperature around her had plummeted.
She slowly lifted her gaze.
“…What?”
Silvien Valentino sat rigidly, his chin resting on his hand, staring at her.
His eyes were not smiling.
Only his lips curved upward in a smile.
“Was our married life truly so dreadful?”
“Are you asking because you genuinely don’t know?”
“Yes.”
“It was dreadful. It was the worst. It was the greatest mistake of my life.”
I spoke calmly, my voice subdued and measured.
“It was hell, Silvien.”
For the first time, I called him by his name.
Yes, it was the first time. And as always, the impact of a first utterance was profound.
Silvien’s eyes hardened in an instant.
Silvien.
The way I pronounced that name resonated with an exquisite beauty.
In that same moment, he understood completely.
I meant every word.
Silvien opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. He couldn’t even fathom what he had been about to say.
He quietly observed the coarse, sand-like emotion that had entered his heart—that unidentifiable foreign object. And he quickly recognized it.
It was displeasure.
“This marriage was something you chose.”
Kanna Adis genuinely desired a divorce.
“Surely you weren’t expecting a life like those couples bound by love?”
“I thought you’d at least treat me like a human being.”
“And you?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Did you treat me as a human being?”
Silvien Valentino laughed coldly and continued.
“I thought I was merely a rope meant to save your life.”
I bit my lip and glared at him.
Frustratingly, I could understand to some degree why he spoke that way.
Ju-hwa’s love was blind.
So blindingly obsessive that she saw nothing beyond her own affection. Her passion mattered more than Silvien’s feelings or opinions.
They were bound by contract from the beginning, but Ju-hwa changed the terms. She demanded something more.
Very persistently, for seven years.
During all that time, it was not only Ju-hwa who suffered.
Silvien Valentino couldn’t have been happy either.
I had no intention of defending Ju-hwa regarding that matter. If she said no, she should have stepped back.
‘From Silvien Valentino’s perspective, having a stalker living in his home must have been unbearable.’
But did that mean Silvien Valentino bore no fault? A bitter smile crossed my lips.
“So you ignored me? You didn’t care whether I lived or died?”
Ju-hwa was abused in this estate. That’s why she clung to Silvien Valentino all the more. She believed he was the only one who could save her from that torment.
If Silvien Valentino had shown her even the slightest bit of care, she wouldn’t have suffered so much.
“Whether you love me or not, you are my husband. I am your wife. So at the very least, you should have shown basic human decency.”
There was no justifying his indifference while his wife was beaten by her mother-in-law and tormented by the maids.
“You didn’t care if I died, did you?”
Back then, when my calves were nearly torn open and I was thrown alone into my room.
If he had simply left me there, I might have truly died.
“Regardless of how our relationship was, you were my husband. I came to this house trusting only you. So you shouldn’t have left me to die.”
Resentment churned within me.
Ju-hwa’s memories, Ju-hwa’s emotions felt vivid enough to grasp in my hands.
Her suffering, experienced through my own body, and the loneliness that threatened to shatter her—in this moment, they felt like mine.
“Was I merely a rope for salvation?”
Laughter escaped me.
“Of course. I was in hell. And with just one gesture from you, I could have escaped that hell.”
Was it such a grave sin for one burning in hellfire to gaze upward at heaven and pray for salvation?
Yet for me—for Ju-hwa—there was no such savior.
I had to save myself alone.
Adolescence. Ju-hwa was a mere seventeen-year-old girl who fell into hell during the tempestuous years of youth. A teenager who had just entered high school.
The villains surrounding her were monsters who could kill without blinking an eye. How could anyone endure such creatures?
Poor Ju-hwa. Unlucky Ju-hwa.
To have fallen into my difficult life of all things.
She bore the suffering I should have endured.
In that moment, I was overwhelmed with remorse toward her.
I had seeped into her warm home and basked freely in its sunlight. I had greedily absorbed its nourishment and bloomed into who I am now. I had grown.
But what of Ju-hwa during that time?
In a strange world without Mother or Father, Ju-hwa’s surroundings must have been filled only with poison. She had lived breathing nothing but air fouled by every kind of toxic gas.
It was an environment destined to corrupt.
“My suffering must have seemed trivial to you.”
For some reason, my eyes burned crimson.
“You’re someone who does great things. A magnificent person who protects the Western Continent from the Black Mist and slaughters demons—the ostracism and suffering that a woman like me endured in this beautiful estate must have seemed insignificant to you.”
There is no such thing as small suffering in this world.
Even if it seemed trivial to him, to Ju-hwa it was an agony that shook the world.
“That’s right. You were my savior. You’ve ignored me all this time, yet despite that, you were my savior.”
My remorse toward Ju-hwa, my pity, those sharp emotions tore through my chest. It hurt. It hurt so much that tears came. A tear fell onto my cheek.
“Because I loved you.”
It was genuine. She endured through that love.
“Because I loved you, I couldn’t bear to die.”
Perhaps today he would look back at me, call my name, smile at me with kindness.
Foolishly, such desperate hope was what kept Ju-hwa alive.
That was why she could never abandon that love. The moment she let it go, her life would hold no hope, no light whatsoever.
Without that love, Ju-hwa would have made the same choice as her former self. She would have yearned to escape this terrible existence through death.
As the pain Ju-hwa had endured in her own body came flooding back, every cell within her responded. She cried out.
“So please don’t distort the feelings I held. I loved you with all sincerity.”
Kanna Adis shut her eyes tightly. Her breath came hot and ragged. Feeling a tear slip down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away with her hand.
“I know I was relentless with you. You must have suffered too. Even when you said you hated it, I kept approaching you—how terrible that must have been.”
Kanna Adis opened her eyes again.
“We were a curse to each other.”
She looked at Silvien Valentino.
His face was at a loss for words.
“So let’s end this now.”

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